Helpless (Steel Demons MC #5) - Crystal Ash Page 0,45

be some kind of punishment for himself, too.

“Baby…”

Gunner couldn’t even finish saying my pet name as my lips sucked a trail from his hip bone to his balls. He stiffened like concrete in my hand, his fingers tightening against my scalp as I licked and sucked the most tender parts of his body. A sharp inhale, that I knew didn’t belong to him, reached my ears. My chest swelled with satisfaction as I ignored the surly president watching the show. Two could play at this game, and I wanted him to know what he was missing.

“Not gonna last if you keep that up,” Gunner rasped in a rush of breath.

The confession just encouraged me even more, keeping one hand on his balls as my lips returned to his crown, tongue flicking the sensitive underside. Jandro’s thrusts into me continued relentlessly, my clit crashing into his body with every impact.

Forgetting everything else but the sensations of my men filling me and pleasing me, I moaned around Gunner’s dick as I pressed down against Jandro, matching him thrust for thrust. There was no stopping my release now, and I wanted their pleasure as much as my own.

My orgasm closed around Jandro like a vice, aided by the weight and pressure of the plug in my ass. He gasped with the rush of his own release, fingers curled into my flesh as he stiffened beneath me. Gunner’s salty taste filled my mouth a moment later, his moans dragging heavily out of his chest as he flexed and twitched between my lips.

We untangled into a slick, sweaty pile. Gunner carefully removed the toy, but it wasn’t him who came over to gently clean me with a damp washcloth.

Reaper shut off the lights before I could react, leaving the guys to fumble blindly for their sleeping spots in the bed. His shadowy form made the bed dip under his weight. The calloused touch of his palm opening my legs made me shiver with aftershocks. Cool softness pressed to the heat at my core, making me gasp.

“You’re touching me,” I panted.

“I know,” he said, all anger and bite gone from his voice.

He dragged the washcloth all around my tender pussy first, before moving to my ass and wiping up any excess lube. When he stood and went into the small, adjoining bathroom, I wasn’t sure whether to expect him to return to bed or not.

I turned on my side, facing away as I snuggled up to Gunner. Already half-asleep, he rained kisses down on my cheeks and forehead. The water faucet in the bathroom ran as I settled my head on Gunner’s shoulder, my leg draped over his.

Clothes rustled behind me, and then the bed dipped again as bodies shuffled and moved around. I didn’t turn around to see who’d snuggle up to my back, as much as I wanted to.

The broad arm wrapping around my waist felt like a shield, protective while sometimes unyielding. Cloves and whiskey filled my senses, and I melted with relief into the broad chest at my back.

“Sleep well, sugar,” Reaper murmured in my ear. “You’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

Fifteen

SHADOW

I need to get laid.

The thought wasn’t one that came to me often, but with the sounds of Mariposa and her men through one wall, plus Larkan and Noelle from the other, it didn’t leave room for much else to think about.

I popped a sleeping pill and chugged down a glass of water. While waiting for the pill to kick in, I double-checked my weapons. My shortest knives were under the pillow I was sleeping on, handgun under the other pillow. My daggers were under the bed, carefully placed with the handles out so I could reach them at a moment’s notice. And my favorite rifle was tucked between the mattress and the headboard.

Anyone who broke into my room and searched for weapons wouldn’t be able to find them without waking me first. Such was my standard procedure for sleeping anywhere that was unfamiliar.

When all weapons were checked and I had nothing else to do, I shucked off my shirt and kicked off my boots to the sounds of sex through the walls around me. Once undressed for bed, I reclined on the mattress, propping my pillow up against the headboard.

Someone mentioned there was a brothel in this territory. I briefly toyed with the idea of paying for some company, but quickly dismissed it. None of the service girls I’d slept with had ever really done anything for me. They were